( closed ) player plot: the stars go waltzing

[eviscerates]

WHO: Adelaide, Araceli, Avery, Bellamy, Bruce, Ciri, Cosima, Daenerys, Jamie, Korrin, Lexa, Martel, Merrill, Ruby, Sabine, Teren.
WHAT: catch all log; the capture of shardbearers, their rescue, and related shenanigans.
WHEN: Gently timey wimey for flexibility, Team Rescue arrives at the outpost on the 10th.
WHERE: Orlais/Nevarra borders (roughly halfway between the Fields of Ghislain and Trevis), and then a Creepy Place.
NOTES: Log for the missing shardbearers player plot; ooc here & here. Only the travel threads for teams one and two are going up for now, the rest will go up on Friday :]b And to clarify - when I say party style, what I mean is subthread to your hearts content!
WARNINGS: HORROR THEMES. Abduction, experimentation/torture, forced ingestion of lyrium, implied past deaths/murder, violence.

SPEEDY LINKS

• TEAM ONE: travel to Craintellier
• TEAM ONE: rift two attempt & Venatori attack
• TEAM ONE: dungeons
• TEAM ONE: escape attempt — Cosima, Jamie & Lexa only
• TEAM TWO: travel to Craintellier
• TEAM TWO: post rift investigation — Adelaide, Bellamy & Sabine, Bruce, Korrin & Teren, Ciri & Merrill
• TEAM TWO: take the outpost — Attack & Distract & Stealthy & Stealy
• TEAM TWO: regroup & into the dungeons — plus a Lexa-shaped guest star
• ALL: finding your shardbearers
• ALL: boss fight
• ALL: epilogue & return to Skyhold — tba

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East of Perendale and south of Trevis, next to a river's winding course, there lies the bones of a fortress. It is an old and almost forgotten place, a dramatic, clawed seeming thing reaching up into the sky, harsh against the the rolling hills.

It is an ancient place, dating back to 660TE, a testament to an Empire suffering after civil war and grasping to restore its wealth and influence after it had been so shaken. It stands as a memory of grandeur, rather than an icon of it, and bears the marks of devastation and scarring that so much of the land suffered during the First Blight. It was all but abandoned thereafter, host only to the desperate and the greedy, and never for long. Once ornate mosaics now only hold flecks of gold, flakes that stubbornly resisted the hands of looters trying to pry them away. Other colours, reds, whites, greys and blacks, they all remain.

The site was chosen for its riches, sitting atop a mine that once held immense wealth, seams of gold that would bring wealth back into the Empire and help restore stability. Opulence, the central Tevinter staple (aside from slavery and blood magic, some might say).

But they dug too deep, and when the First Blight came so too did the darkspawn.

It has a new master, now, and he serves the Elder One. Parts of this stronghold may be in ruins now, but remember: it is not what lies on the surface that counts, but what lurks beneath it.


AD VICTORIAM, AD GLORIA.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

If Korrin were in a better mood, that'd get her snickering endlessly. As it is, her lips twitch a little. "Don't rule out your part, the ice queen whose heart was melted by the wild wolf woman from beyond. If there's a squishier, more overdramatic way to say it, she'll find it, too."

[fleurdesel]

"Comtesse, not queen." Technically, if she keeps the title and the lands and everything a mage ought to not for so many reasons. It is picking nits- but doing so helps her feel...more in control. Settled. "She would. The woman is ridiculous- though I suppose she has you to thank for our relationship. I'd never thought of women in any particular way until I met you."

[gatheringstorm]

"My apologies, Comtesse." There's only a hint of teasing now, but expect it to return in spades later, when they're both in a better mood. You know, should this not end in complete disaster. That last part gets a warm smile from Korrin. "That's very flattering to know. Watch out, I have a big enough ego already."

Maybe if things hadn't gone the way they had...but they did, and Korrin isn't one to dwell on what might have been.

[fleurdesel]

"Please-" It's the smallest sound, the driest twist of laughter- but present. Strained but present. "I like you far better as a friend but- you are quite. I mean-"

Stumbling over her words again, lightly pink- but laughing at herself. It is the thinnest thread of humor, but she will grasp it with both hands. "You know what you are, large ego and all."